One,two,three,four,five. Five. They are five.An odd number for a family. Perhaps there are more inside?These are two men and three women?One man has t...o wives? He must be a mighty hunter.It could be five men, a war party? Advance scouts?What are they doing? One is coming my way.Oh, gathering grass for the animals. No. Not for the animals.This one is very tall, this must be a man. He is not as tall as two of the others. The two short ones must be women. Three men and two women? That would be. "Melanie, you fucking liar," I said, smiling, "You're trying to freak me out for no reason. Look at them out there, they're not even fooling around" Melanie sighed. "Dude, I'm not lying to you. The point is that they could be. You think that if you weren't sitting right here, her tits wouldn't be popped out of that tight fucking shirt? Of course they would."I reached across the table and grabbed Melanie's hands. "What about you, Melanie? You just told me how you and she used to take guys. What, you didn’t have a list?” I said.“Yes, I had a list, but there is always stuff one forgets to put on the list. Never mind, I’ll just go earlier and be back in time for the sit down,” she said.“Good,” I said. “Honey girl, I have an idea.”“Oh?” she said.“Yes, well, it’s January right enough, but I think it’s kinda warm. How about you?” I said.“Huh? Well, it’s not actually cold,” she said. I was smiling. She seemed to be getting what I was getting at.“Well, I mean I don’t think we need to be. So in the skimpy-dressed barmaids pub, we’re a motley bunch, all in long coats or jackets, I’m in my mac. We don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other, we’re only there for one thing – to see girls skimpy-dressed and get our perv sex pleasure. I can’t tell you about the other blokes but for me this is one of the few ways I get to see girls show. Obviously I’ve got millions of mags with all the stocking-tops, knickers, cleavage, bikinis and topless I love, but seeing it for real is.